All Chapters of From Illegitimate To A Zillionaire Heir: Chapter 751
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CHAPTER 750
A week had passed, and Millicent had mastered the art of being a ghost. She had calculated every movement, every breath, to ensure her path never crossed with Harold’s. She volunteered for the most grueling shifts in the laundry room, where the steam was so thick it acted as a veil, and she stayed tucked in the corner of the kitchen, peeling vegetables until her fingers were raw.As long as she was surrounded by the other staff and the clatter of copper pots, she felt a sliver of safety. But the walls of Griffin Manor were beginning to feel like they were closing in."Mill! Grab the list. We’re heading to the market," Martha called out, jingling the van keys.Millicent’s heart did a nervous skip. Going out was a double-edged sword. It meant a few hours away from Harold’s heavy, searching gaze, but it also meant being under the watchful eye of Martha, a woman who had been with the Griffins for twenty years and saw everything.As they drove into the city, Millicent stared out the wi
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Millicent felt the stone wall press against her spine, its damp cold seeping through the thin fabric of her uniform. Harold was too close.The air in the tiny room, already thin, now felt entirely claimed by his presence."I have work to do, sir," she whispered, her voice a fragile thread. "My place is where the chores are. I am a maid. I shouldn't be anywhere else.""Your place is where I decide it is," Harold hissed.He stepped into the final inch of her personal space, his shadow climbing the wall behind her until it eclipsed the small, flickering light bulb overhead. He reached out, his fingers grazing the starch of her collar before snagging a lock of her hair."I’ve been patient. I bought you silks. I tried to show you a life beyond the dirt. And you? You hide in the steam? You treat me like a monster after I gave you everything?""I never asked for the silks, sir," Millicent said, a sudden spark of desperation giving her the strength to look him in the eye. "I only asked for
CHAPTER 752
Millicent looked at Martha, her chest heaving as the walls of the basement seemed to pulse with the rhythm of her racing heart. She was terrified, a cold, paralyzing fear that made her knees feel like water."She’s a woman," Millicent countered, her voice gaining a desperate, hysterical edge. "She loves her husband. She... she won't let him do this. She has to know what he’s doing in her own home!"But as the words left her mouth, a jagged realization pierced through her panic. Her mind searched frantically, clawing at the empty spaces where memories should have been, trying to find the moment it had happened. The car came back to her, the roar of the engine and the terrifying impact of her head against the wood, but after that, there was only a void.A dark, suffocating silence.No memory of the act. No recollection of his touch, his weight, or the moment her life had been stolen from her."I don't... I don't remember," she whispered, her eyes widening in horror. "Martha, I can't
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The girl staring back looked older, the light in her eyes replaced by a hard, flickering survival instinct."I need to leave," Millicent said, turning back to Martha. "I can't stay here until the baby... until it's too late.""You need money," Martha said, standing up and smoothing her own uniform. "And you need a plan. For now, you go upstairs. You serve breakfast. You smile at the children. And you wait."Millicent nodded, her hand instinctively drifting to her stomach. It felt as though a ticking clock were now buried deep inside her. As she walked up the basement stairs, the transition from the dark, damp cellar to the sun-drenched, opulent hallways felt more jarring than ever.The smell of fresh coffee and expensive lilies was suffocating. She was halfway to the dining room when she saw them. Harold was standing by the large bay window, his back to her, sunlight glinting off his silver hair. Evelyn was beside him, adjusting his tie with a tender, adoring smile. They looked
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"Sir? The mistress is asking for you in the solarium. The gala committee has arrived."Martha stood in the doorway, her face a mask of iron. She didn't look at Millicent, but her presence was a physical barrier. Harold stiffened, the predatory heat in his eyes flickering out as he straightened his silk tie. He stepped back, giving Millicent one last, warning look that promised this wasn't over."See to it she finishes the dusting, Martha," Harold snapped, brushing past the older maid with cold arrogance.As soon as his footsteps faded, Millicent collapsed against the shelves, her breath coming in ragged hitches. Martha moved quickly, shutting the door."I told you," Martha hissed, though she gently squeezed Millicent's shoulder. "He’s a beast in a suit. Now, move. You can't be found here like this."***Six Months Later,The seasons shifted, and so did the weight Millicent carried.Her uniform, once loose and crisp, was now a prison of tight fabric. She had mastered the art of th
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By the third day, Millicent’s voice was gone. She hung from the bindings, her head lolling, her consciousness flickering like a dying candle. She prayed for the darkness to take her, but their cruelty was precise; they ensured she stayed awake to feel every insult."That's enough," Evelyn finally said on the third evening. She stood and smoothed her silk skirt. "Untie her. And listen well: not a scrap of food. Not a drop of milk. If she wants to eat, she can pray to the God of strays. Let her rot in that cellar until she learns that a Griffin husband is not for the likes of her."The guards roughly cut her down. Millicent collapsed into the dirt, her body a map of pain. She crawled, inch by agonizing inch, toward the service entrance and down into the darkness of the cellar.Hours later, the heavy door creaked open. Millicent flinched, pulling a tattered blanket over her ruined back, expecting another blow. Instead, a shadow fell over her. Martha knelt by the cot, her face a m
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Martha squeezed Millicent’s hands one last time, her eyes burning with desperate resolve. "Don't move. Don't even breathe loud," she cautioned, before vanishing into the corridor’s shadows.The darkness of the basement didn't stay empty for long. Hardly a minute had passed when the heavy door at the top of the stairs groaned on its hinges. These weren't Martha’s hurried, scuffling steps; these were slow, rhythmic, and heavy. The sound of expensive leather soles striking the wooden treads sent a fresh jolt of terror through Millicent’s body.Harold stepped into the dim light of the cellar. He had shed his suit jacket, his white shirt sleeves rolled up as if for labor. The kind benefactor was gone, replaced by a man whose eyes held the flat, dead sheen of a shark. He walked into Millicent’s small room and loomed over her cot, his presence sucking the oxygen out of the cramped space. He didn't look down at her with pity, or even the lust that had once fueled his pursuit. He looked
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To the world, Millicent was back to being a maid. But behind her hollow eyes, a clock was still ticking. She would scrub their floors, she would endure their cruelty, and she would wait. She had to survive long enough to find the exit that Martha had died trying to show her.The eighth month arrived like a heavy shroud. Millicent’s body was a map of exhaustion, her frame gaunt everywhere except for the prominent swell of her stomach. She was a walking shadow, held together by nothing but the rhythmic kicks of the life inside her.Harold, however, could no longer tolerate the sight of his mistake. The scandal was a ticking bomb, and he decided to defuse it. He cornered her in the secluded wing of the upper gallery."I’ve made arrangements, Mill," he said, his voice as cold as a winter grave. "A clinic on the outskirts. They’ll take care of the... problem. It’s too late for a simple procedure, but they are discreet. You’ll be rid of it by morning."Millicent clutched the railing, he
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“That’s a lie,” Millicent countered, her voice rising with a quiet, lethal authority. “You didn't love him. You loved the power. You loved the crown so much that you were willing to sharpen the blades he used on us.”Beside them, Persis and Tedmond sat in a paralyzed silence. Tedmond’s face was ashen, his hands clenched into white-knuckled fists. To hear the story of his own birth, to realize he was the parasite Harold had tried to erase and the filth Evelyn had kicked down the stairs, left him breathless. The man he had been told to respect was a monster; the woman before him was his accomplice.Persis looked at Millicent with a mixture of horror and profound reverence. The woman she thought she knew was only a fraction of the survivor sitting in that chair.Millicent turned to her son and her friend, a weary sadness softening her features. “There are parts I have left out,” she said quietly. “Deeply painful parts... things that happened during those days of the whip and those n
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Max stayed on his knees, the cold floor biting into his skin, but the physical discomfort was nothing compared to the violent reconstruction occurring within his mind. Every memory, every time he had mocked Tedmond’s lowly blood, every time he had sabotaged his brother to protect the legacy, replayed like a series of crimes.‘I was the hero,’ he thought, a bitter, hysterical laugh bubbling in his chest. ‘I thought I was the white knight protecting my mother from a gold-digger. I was just the attack dog for a monster.’He looked up at Tedmond. For years, he had seen a rival, a threat, a bastard reaching for what was rightfully theirs. Now, for the first time, he saw a survivor. He saw a man shaped by the very fires that had tried to consume his mother."All those years," Max rasped, his voice cracking. "I followed Father's lead. I thought his coldness toward you was a sign of your unworthiness.”“I thought his discipline was a necessity. I didn't see that he was just beating the tru